A couple of weeks after my accident I largely lost the ability to read and write. I had a great deal of time on my hands as I couldn't sleep due to 10 broken ribs. I couldn't lie down, I couldn't sit up straight, I couldn't think through the cotton wool in my head and the three types of morphine I was on.
But I borrowed my 6 year old son's reading books and taught my self what the squiggles on the page meant. There is no one to help you with that stuff. It's difficult and expensive and most "health professionals" think you're taking the piss.
I like writing. Other than oxygen and carbon dioxide processing my main reason for being is reading. Gone. Thanks to another senseless fucking motorcycle accident. Which truth be told didn't need to happen. It only happened because I went for a ride to get the kays up because I booked the first service for Wednesday. Not a compelling reason really.
I hated bikes. I hated all of you. I hated the sight and sound of myself, I hated having to slowly and meticulously piece what feels like a pointless life back together.
Anyway, I got to the point in August where writing 300 words took less than a week. Soundgarden produced a new-old single and BANG, all the lights went on all at once.
I've had a bit of a whine this evening too.
I still have to carefully proof read things because what I type sometimes just doesn't match what I thought I'd typed. Makes work frigging difficult too.
But I still write, I still go to work. I've played solo gigs, just me and my drums, an iPod with tracks minus drum and a music stand. So fucking there.
I'm sorry Big Dave. I had to fight my way back, and I couldn't tell you how or why.
I'm sorry KB folk. You don't suck, my attitude did.
I still can't ride a bike. I have a touch of Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo. It comes on at awkward times and I rather suspect that motorcycling's constantly changing vertical attitude would bring it on leaving me flailing about under a collapsed moto-velocipede at the lights.
My kids were wrecks. My wife loathes bikes, and doesn't care much for the conditional nature of relationships and respect amongst the motorcycling "community".
But some of you have helped Hitcher, so I'm prepared to give you a second chance.
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